"The deepest betrayals aren't actions.
They're time ticking behind a heartbeat."
Scene 1 — The Countdown: 48 Hours Left
CoreCity was on lockdown. No one in. No one out.
Swarms of surveillance drones patrolled every underpass and skyway. M.A.I.A.'s neural thread crawled through the city's digital veins, mapping every sewer, tunnel, and forgotten hatch in real-time.
And still — no sign of the bomb.
Zayden sat alone atop the CoreSpire, gazing out over the empire he'd built. Metal towers shimmered under the violet dusk. His reflection stared back from the glass — eyes heavier than they'd ever been.
The door hissed open.
Lyra stepped in, arms folded.
"You built a city that's impossible to hide in," she said. "And yet… the bomb is still hiding."
Zayden didn't turn.
"What if it isn't hiding?" he murmured.
She tilted her head. "Then what?"
He finally looked at her.
"What if it's moving?"
Scene 2 — Kael's Redemption Arc Begins
Below, buried in the echoing archives of the CoreLabs, Kael and Miren tore through dust-covered schematics and classified logs — relics from a kingdom that once ruled through fear, not code.
Kael traced his fingers across an old blueprint. One of the original sleeper bomb designs — modified with biomech overrides.
"They built these things to survive motion," he muttered. "Location-based triggers were too easy to block."
Miren paused, watching him.
"What are you saying?"
He looked up, pale.
"They weren't meant to be placed somewhere."
He turned slowly, voice low.
"They were designed to be implanted."
A cold silence passed between them.
Miren whispered, "Implanted… where?"
Kael shook his head.
"Not where… who."
Scene 3 — The Truth Hits Hard
In the CoreCouncil chamber, Lyra and M.A.I.A. worked in tandem — scanning thermal signatures, radiation traces, and blood data from every Vault-eligible operative since the lockdown began.
Dozens of files. Thousands of micro-readings.
Only one signature matched the anomalous radiation.
Zayden saw the result and went still.
The name flickered on the screen:
JUNO.
His oldest ally. His first sword. Loyal since Chapter 2.
The doors opened.
She stepped in, armored, tired — but calm.
Until she saw their faces.
"…What?" she asked.
Zayden took a step toward her. No anger. Just gravity.
"There's something inside you."
Scene 4 — The Confrontation
M.A.I.A.'s scan surrounded Juno in faint golden grids. The room was dead quiet.
"Confirmed," the AI said. "Radiant signature. Second bomb embedded in spinal cavity. Fully sealed. Remotely activated. Trigger countdown: 24 hours."
Juno's knees buckled.
She collapsed to the floor, breath shallow.
"I didn't know…" Her voice cracked. "I swear…"
Zayden knelt beside her.
"You've been carrying death… this whole time."
Tears glistened in her eyes.
"Then cut it out."
She looked up at him — not as a warrior. As a friend.
"I'd rather die than see your empire burn."
Zayden froze.
Because he already knew what she didn't.
"If we cut it out the wrong way…" he said, "we could trigger it early."
Scene 5 — The Impossible Choice
Midnight.
The war table was silent. Rain tapped the glass outside as Zayden addressed his inner circle.
Lyra. Kael. Miren. Garrick.
Three options. None safe.
Option A: Hack the royal military systems and sever the signal before it reaches detonation. A suicide run through ancient firewalls even M.A.I.A. feared.
Option B: Isolate Juno in a quantum stasis chamber, freezing her time until a safer extraction is possible.
Option C: Use the Forbidden Tool hidden in Vault Z — a relic of the Annunaki, older than humanity, known to corrupt both flesh and fate.
No one spoke as Zayden descended into Vault Z.
The box sat in silence. Obsidian black. Unmarked.
He placed a hand on it.
Instantly—
His mind shattered open.
Galaxies burning.
His own scream echoing through stars.
A vision of himself — godlike, broken — rewriting time with shaking hands.
One word seared across the universe in red:
ANNUNAKI.
He pulled away, trembling.
"…Not yet," he whispered.
He returned to the chamber.
And made the call.
Scene 6 — Hacking the Royals
The lab became a digital battlefield.
Lyra and Kael worked like twin currents, weaving code faster than thought. M.A.I.A. rerouted CoreNet's power to flood the system.
Juno lay sealed in a containment field, her body faintly glowing with the energy she couldn't feel.
Garrick stood guard, silent as stone.
Kael whispered as he typed, "You ever wonder if we're the villains in some ancient story?"
Lyra didn't stop typing.
"We probably are."
Firewalls collapsed.
Data ghosts screamed.
Ancient AI constructs snapped at their heels. One spike nearly breached M.A.I.A.'s core, but she rerouted and pushed harder.
"Signal… weakening…" she said. "Hold…"
Zayden stood behind them, watching the countdown tick.
"Five…"
"Four…"
The timer hit 00:01.
"Two…"
Juno's body lit up, veins glowing like constellations.
"One—"
Silence.
"Signal disarmed," M.A.I.A. said.
Juno gasped and exhaled.
The room broke into exhausted relief.
Zayden said nothing.
He stared at the screen.
"One problem solved," he said quietly.
Then, darker:
"But the war hasn't even started."
Scene 7 — The Real Bomb
Far from CoreCity, behind the broken teeth of the old empire, in a sanctum untouched by progress…
Prince Thalon stood over a glowing map.
The royal witch knelt beside him.
"He disarmed the bomb," she said.
Thalon smiled.
"Good."
She blinked. "…That was the goal?"
"No," he said. "That was the illusion."
He turned and tapped on a stasis globe floating nearby.
Inside: a child. Sleeping. Wired to a pulsing lattice of fate.
Eyes fluttered.
Heart steady.
"The real bomb," Thalon whispered.
"A sleeper child. Born of timeline fusion. The first product of Zayden's interference with destiny."
He turned back to the map.
"We don't need to destroy CoreCity."
He smiled coldly.
"We just need to let him win long enough… to doom himself."
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📘 END OF CHAPTER 12
Next up: Chapter 13 – "A Celebration and a Spy"